Tuesday, November 18, 2008

When it comes to my Aunt Marie's health, I always feel like a failure. Like I cannot, in any way, help her in a way that would, like, actually do some good.

Anna and I were at dinner. We were going to a concert. And then Emma called to say that they had called EMS; Aunt Marie was in severe pain and needed to go to the hospital.

I went with Anna to the ER, even though there was nothing that I could do.

What I knew was that Emma was at the hospital. And that, eventually, she would need to leave.

So, that's what I did tonight. I skipped the concert and hung out in the emergency room until I could convince Emma that it was okay to leave. I drove her back to my house. Let her eat my leftovers. Watched a little bit of E! trastastic reality programming and then, just a few minutes ago, drove her home.

Hi. I'm A.

Born, raised, educated in the Midwest, I am such a Midwesterner. So Midwestern, if you will.

I am: a blogger of 8+ years, forever searching for my next athletic challenge, hopelessly overscheduled and always, always eating.

I started So Midwestern right after I graduated from college, hoping to chronicle my transition to adulthood. Graduate school, four half marathons, two new nephews, three apartments, a trip to Africa, a sprinkle of heartbreak, dozens of unfinished knitting projects, four turns as a bridesmaid, 8,913 job applications and two full-time positions later: I’m fairly convinced that the day when I feel like a legitimate, full-fledged grownup will never come. So I’ll just keep on blogging.

I write about a little bit of everything and a lot of nothing. Toss my ramblings with a few pictures, a touch of swearing and an endless appreciation for the beauty that is David Beckham and you have So Midwestern. Welcome.